Becoming myself - fully
In terms of the aforementioned spectrum, at the beginning of my twenties, I was a Plath. I thought whatever career1 I chose had to be the career. I didn’t want to waste time. I needed to make the right choice now , or be consigned to a life of mediocrity. I had friends that were Didion’s, and I envied them their free spiritedness—but I also thought... See more
Between Plath and Didion: the most important lesson I learned in my twenties
if you've forgotten how to live, start here.
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All at once, too late and just at the right time.
You stop saying you want to change the world. You start saying things like “job security” and “realistic timelines.” You stop expecting joy to be electric. You start hoping it’s just sustainable.
But I don’t think we were meant to be this edited.
I think we were meant to keep some of that unfiltered hunger.
But I don’t think we were meant to be this edited.
I think we were meant to keep some of that unfiltered hunger.
Amira • We never really stop being 17
I’ve been wondering if I can go back to who I was before the “real world” took over me, before pieces of my soul were lost to the social ladder.
maybe dostoevsky was right when he said that pain is the root of consciousness. there’s something about suffering that forces you to see things clearly, even the parts you wish you could unsee.
daphnesubstack.comI have finally discovered (or perhaps, simply accepted) that I have spent the past 4 years of my life molding myself into someone I’m not. I have spent 4 years convincing myself I am a corporate girl, that I was a girlboss, that I wanted to climb that ladder, that I wanted money and a title. Becoming a workaholic took away any free time I could hav
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/ Letting go of the idea that our titles or salaries define us is difficult even for those of us who say we know better
/ It's not easy to scale back our attachment to our former professional ideals. For some former straight-A students, the challenge is psychological.
/ Now, instead of breaking the glass ceiling, “I want to go and sit beneath trees, or sit in a field, or whatever,”
As my work-driven identity dissolved, I felt a burning ambition across all facets of life. Instead of a desire to achieve goals that society told me were valuable, I felt a hunger to discover what makes me feel fully alive. Instead of a commitment to “winning” other people’s games, I felt a commitment to design a life that I deeply enjoy inhabiting... See more